"They were to be married when the grapes were picked, people used to whisper. "And then one day a new force came into the girl's life. The Church, Signor! "No one understands when or why this comes to a young girl, I think. She was torn with the idea that she should join her church, go into the little nunnery across the lake, and leave the sunshine. "She did not want to go, and it was a strange yet a beautiful thing. This young, beautiful girl who seemed so much a part of the sunshine and the flowers was to close the door of the Church upon it all! "You are thinking it was strange, Signor. "Giovanni was frantic--you can understand. "He had dreamed so happily of that which was to be, that now to have the cup snatched from his lips was torture. He took her little sun-kissed hands in his and begged on his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks. And Rosa wept also--but could not answer as he begged. I think she loved the boy, Signor. Yet there is something stronger than the love of a boy and a girl. "She asked for one more night in which to decide. She would come up here to this little church and pray for Mary to guide her. He kissed her cold lips and came away. "He was a boy, and he never doubted but that she would choose his strong young arms. "The girl came here. All night she knelt on the rough stone floor, praying and--weeping; for she loved him. And the Virgin above the four candles looked down with the great, wistful eyes you see--and bound the girl's soul faster and faster to her own. "And when morning came she entered the white walls across the lake without seeing her lover again. "Giovanni went mad, I think, when they told him. He screamed out his hate for the world and his God, and rushed up the little white path to where we are sitting now, Signor. "Once here, he drew the dagger you see beneath the Virgin and stabbed with an oath on his lips. That is why I did not let you touch it." Blagden nodded, and the old monk was silent for a moment before he went on. "Giovanni disappeared for two days. When he came back his face was that of a madman still. He was met by a white funeral winding up the little path. You understand, Signor,--a virgin's funeral. Giovanni was hurrying blindly past when they stopped him. "There was no reproach spoken for what he had done, no bitterness; only a kind of awe--and pity. "Rosa had died on her knees in the nunnery at the exact time he stabbed yonder picture. And they told him months afterward that her face was strangely like that of the Virgin when they found her,--beautiful and pleading and sad. There was no given cause for her death--there are things we cannot understand. She was praying for strength, the sisters said." The monk ceased speaking, and for a long moment they sat silent, Blagden and the withered, white-haired man, staring mutely up at the beautiful face above them. It was Blagden who broke the silence. "What do you think happened?" he asked slowly.